It was quiet– something that Malkav had to adjust to once the Malkavian Network had been ripped away from him. Thankfully Kieran and his delightful cigars eased the pain of losing everything. These days, however, the ancient vampire almost welcomed the silence. It was strange, being truly present, but when he was with Kieran he actually allowed himself to just be. Clawed fingers brushed the other kat’s shoulder before absently dragging through strands of his red and black hair.

At what point had Malkav's nefarious plan turned into this? A lot of time had passed since the two had met. He wasn’t sure what made him reflect on that night at the bar, but a fleeting thought grabbed Malkav’s attention. Kieran’s vision for him, of love…. He knew now that Kieran’s visions were legitimate- but he hadn’t given that one a second thought since that night, assuming it was all a load of s**t at the time.

Black eyes glanced down at him, brows furrowed as their gazes met. Slowly and softly, Malkav tilted Kieran’s chin and leaned down so their lips met.

“It was you all along,” he mused against Kieran’s lips before his own split into a wide toothy grin. “Does that mean we’re doomed?,” he asked, an eyebrow raised as he pulled back slightly. Malkav often spoke without realizing that the connecting thoughts that lead him to that point were not quite so obvious to the other parties. It didn’t occur to him that Kieran may have no idea what the ******** he was on about. You can take the Malkav out of Malkavian, but you can’t take away the confusing banter…………

”Seussi”